Page 37 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

I’m not sure when my eyes go blurry, but suddenly everything’s hazy. Before I know it, I’m out cold.

The doorbell jolts me awake, and I scrub my face, the grogginess hitting me hard. Noah. I sit up, heart hammering, and rush to the door, barely checking the time.

I swing it open, and there she is—Savannah, standing in the hallway, holding a Tupperware container.

She’s wearing a loose sweater, the kind that dips off one shoulder, and some black leggings. Her hair is pulled back into a messy bun. She gives me a small smile.

“Noah… is he okay?” I ask, probably looking as panicked as I feel.

She nods, her smile widening a little. “Yeah, he’s fine. He’s asleep in Troy’s room. I just…thought maybe you hadn’t eaten.” She holds up the Tupperware. “Brought noodles.”

I feel the tension ease, my hand clutching my chest. “Damn…thanks. Really. You didn’t have to do that.”

She shrugs. “I don’t mind. Can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course,” I say, stepping aside, and she heads straight into my kitchen.

She looks around, her gaze sweeping over the room. “Wow, your place is…really nice.” She grins. “A little sterile, but nice.”

I chuckle. “Guess it is a bit…sparse. But hey, I like it that way.” I move to the cabinets. “You need a bowl or something? You said the noodles are still hot?”

She nods. “Yeah, a bowl would be great.”

I grab one, and she starts serving, the smell of garlic and spices filling the room. It’s way better than anything I’d get with delivery. My stomach growls, and she glances at me, amused.

“You eating too?” I ask, eyeing her as she stirs the noodles.

She hesitates, then shakes her head. “I’m fine, really. It’s all yours.”

I grab another bowl anyway, setting it down in front of her. “I’m not eating alone. Dig in.”

She rolls her eyes, but she grabs some noodles, twirling them around her fork as we both settle at the counter.

“So,” she says, after a few bites. “How’re you doing with all this? The news about…Noah, I mean?”

I lean back, letting out a long breath. “It’s…starting to hit me, I guess. I don’t know. Feels surreal, y’know?”

She nods, her expression softening. “Yeah, I get it. But…just so you know, Troy’s probably more freaked out than you are.”

I snort. “Yeah, I bet. Still need to talk to him, though. Can’t avoid it forever.”

She nods, giving me a small, understanding smile before turning her attention back to the noodles. She slurps one up, her lips wrapping around the fork, and suddenly my mind goes straight to that earlier with Jared. The way she looked…her eyes fluttering, that little moan slipping out.

My face heats up, and I focus on my food, willing myself to look anywhere else but at her mouth.

We’re halfway through the noodles when she glances up, a flicker of something nervous in her eyes. Her fingers play with her fork, and I can tell she’s working up to something.

“About earlier…” she starts, her voice soft.

I raise an eyebrow, smirking. “Earlier? With Jared?”

Her cheeks turn pink, and she clears her throat, obviously uncomfortable. “I just…I hope you don’t feel like you have to tell Troy. I don’t want him…I mean, it was a mistake.”

I let out a low chuckle, leaning back. “You think I’m gonna rat you out?” I shake my head, grinning at her. “Nah. I’m just sorry you got interrupted. Looked like you weren’t quite…finished.”

She chokes, her eyes going wide. I grab her a glass of water, passing it to her with a wink. “You hadn’t finished, had you?”

She clears her throat, avoiding my gaze. “We don’t have to talk about that.”

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